Not bothering with all the warnings anymore. If you've gotten to this point, you obviously LIKE the fic and are going to continue to read it. None of the warnings will really change, though this one gets a bit kinky.
Freaky how some things get weird. Doing RPG with Haruka last night, and the X-Men were in the middle of a huge hurricane, with horrible thunder & lightening, and suddenly *BOOM*, a thunderstorm starts up outside. Talk about freaky...
It looks as if Marvel is going to have Pietro and Wanda together in the new Ultimates comic. I think the quote was : 'Going at it like rabbits'. Woot! Copy and paste this link into your browser (AFTER YOU'VE READ & REVIEWED THIS, THAT IS!!!!! =3

http://x-mencomics.com/xfan/images/previews/0802/ultimates_8.jpg Not to pull totally from X-Fan, here's the link to the board I got it off. If you join, use me as a referral :) my username is roguetoruin --> http://x-mencomics.com/xfan/forums/index.php?s=

Oh, and hurry and finish your fic, PsychoB, I'm a very impatient person and I wanna read it!!!
Onwards ho!

Brotherly Love II
-- A Sister's Flame
By Michiru

Chapter 5

Wanda sat on her bed and slowly wrapped the red silk scarf she held

around her hand. It was the same scarf she usually tied around her waist.

Lance KNEW.

It wasn't exactly the kind of thing you told people you knew. While she

and Pietro knew it was socially unacceptable, they just didn't FEEL it was wrong.

Maybe it was all the time they spent apart in the last 6 or so years. Maybe it was

that she just didn't have any upbringing through some of the formative years.

'Wanda, incest is wrong', had been replaced with 'open your mouth or you won't

get fed' and the like.

And talking to Pietro, she knew he didn't get too much better. Their father

left him alone so often that there were weeks in which he didn't see the man.

She untwisted the scarf, and began twisting it the other way.

Lance KNEW.

Perhaps in a couple years or maybe even months, her and Pietro's current

relationship would slip away. He'd go out with other girls, and she wouldn't get

jealous. She might go out with another guy, though somehow she doubted it.

But unless you could see the future, like Mystique's lover Irene, she hadn't a

clue.

But if their relationship held, they would have to go someplace else.

Another town where nobody knew they were related, get a place together...

"Aaaah," she put her arms over her head.

Lance KNEW!!

"Wanda?" Pietro peered into the room. "Are you ok?"

"No. He knows," Wanda shook her head.

"Yeah," Pietro closed the door as he slipped into the room.

"What are we going to do about it?" she looked up at him, blue eyes

looking into identical blue eyes.

"What CAN we do, Wanda?" Pietro flopped onto her bed.

She frowned, eyes narrowing. "We can think of something, I'm sure. Two

minds are better than one. He WATCHED. Pietro. All of it. Every last damned

second of what should have been a very private moment. Doesn't matter if you

were having sex with me, any of the X-Geeks or the stupid, blasted Queen of

England! It's private!"

Pietro's face screwed up. "Ew. Wanda, the Queen of England is OLD

and WRINKLED! At least give me one of the young princes!"

"You goofball!" Wanda laughed, leaning over and tickling him.

"Don't!" he cried in anguish.

"You are so sensitive," she grinned, straddling his waist and tickling his

ribs.

"Hee hee hee! No! Hee! Please! Hee hee! AGHHH!!! Hee hee! Wanda!

Hee hee! You little... Hee!!! MERCY!!!!" Pietro wriggled under her grip,

laughing so hard he could barely breathe.

"Heh heh," Wanda chuckled, stopping her 'tender' ministrations. She slid

her hands up his sides, slowly, inch by inch pushing his shirt up. She had been

waiting for him to come up. She had prepared some things ahead of time, just

knowing he'd show, just dying to play.

"Don't tickle?" he asked, practically begging.

"Maybe," she smiled wickedly. She picked up the red silk scarf she had

abandoned in favour of Pietro. Running it though her fingers, her eyes lit up with

a naughty gleam. She carefully placed the scarf over Pietro's eyes.

"What are you doing?" Pietro gulped.

"You trust me, right?" she murmured in his ear, tying the blindfold on the

side.

"Ye-esss," he said hesitantly.

"Then don't worry about it," she laughed softly, pulling his shirt off.

Getting up, she went over to her bureau and pulled out two more of her

scarves, and a vial of scented oil.

"I can't see~ee," he called out in a lilting voice.

"I know that, silly," she laughed, setting the oil down.

She slid a hand up his arm, stretching it out above his head. She wrapped

one scarf around his wrist, loving the texture of the silk in her hands.

"What are you doing?" Pietro's voice was a shade higher in pitch than

normal.

She began to tie his wrist to the post of the headboard on her bed.

"Waaaaandaaaaaa...."

"Stop whining," she laughed, tying the other wrist to the other post.

"Wanda?" Pietro questioned.

Wanda undid his belt, then his pants. She slid them down his slim hips,

and tugged them off. Taking a moment to pull her own clothes off, she then

straddled his hips.

"Wanda? Wanda Wanda Wanda what are you doing?" Pietro called.

"You'll find out," she laughed softly, picking up the vial of oil. She began to

briskly rub the bottle between her hands to warm it up.

She could feel Pietro's sex beneath her slowly getting harder as he began

to get turned on from being so helpless. She wiggled her bottom over him

playfully, eliciting a small moan from him.

"Please," he murmured.

"Not yet," she chuckled, then drizzled the warmed oil over his chest. She

slid her hands into it, running her palms over his pale nipples. She smiled at the

quick intake of breath from Pietro.

Pietro's world was dark red. He could hear her moving around in the

room, could feel her strip him. He couldn't really move because she had tied him

up!

He felt her crawl on top of him, and sit on his hardening member. Her

body was bare. He could feel her warm silken skin sliding on his, and on his

lower abdomen, he felt that hot spot rest on him, already moist. She moved her

butt over him, and felt himself stiffen more. "Please," he whispered, closing his

eyes. He was beginning to realize that this was completely erotic, and he wanted

her to do anything at all.

"Not yet," she laughed softly, the sound throaty and unbelievably sexy. He

felt something warm and wet dribble onto his chest, followed by her smoothing

her hands over his chest. The feeling was slick and silken, and the smell of

oriental spices hit his nostrils. Her palms grazed over his nipples, causing the

first wave of pleasure to ripple through his body, centering in his groin.

She began to work the oil into his skin, slowly, evenly, causing his skin to

tingle pleasantly. It was very soothing, and he felt himself lulled by her

ministrations. Her hands slid over his flat belly, and he shivered slightly. The

pleasure was muted, but her found that his sex was beginning to throb urgently.

He twisted his hands around, grabbing at the silk that bound him, and

arching his back. "Wanda, oh, Wanda," he murmured, tipping his head back.

Wanda began to inch her body down, allowing Pietro's hard shaft to graze

her own wet sex as she moved. He moaned deep in his throat as she passed

him by.

Reaching over him, she opened the drawer of her nightstand and brought

a bowl that she had gotten from downstairs to assist in her playtime. Putting her

hand into it, she shivered at the numbing cold of the ice-water.

"Wanda?" Pietro raggedly whispered.

"Hush," she whispered back. Pulling her hand from the water, she

reached up and slid her fingertips over his hardened nipples.

"Ah!" He gasped as her cold fingers made contact with sensitive skin.

"What are you-AH!" he cried as she took one of the melting ice cubes and slid

it along the shaft of his pounding sex.

She grinned watching his staff jump, and if anything, get thicker and

harder than before. She wrapped her chilled hand around him, keeping the ice

cube between her palm and Pietro.

"Omigod, Wanda," Pietro groaned, pushing his hips upward.

She dipped her hand back into the water, and cupped her hand. Taking

out a palm full of the icy water, she began to dribble it over his aching flesh.

"What do you want, Pietro?" she asked huskily.

"You," he gasped as she gripped him. Her hand was so cold, but he felt

so hot.

"Me?" she asked coyly. "Me how?"

"Anyway, anything. Wanda," he moaned softly.

He felt her reach up and untie his hands. She undid the blindfold,

pressing her breasts against his oiled front. She kissed her lips gently, eyes

open. "Since you've been a good boy, you can have me," she got to her knees

and turned away from him. On her hands and knees, she waggled her hips

suggestively. "Come and get me."

He scrambled to his knees eagerly. The bowl of water caught his eye and

he grinned. Dipping his hand into the water, he pulled out a cube of ice. Moving

up behind her, he snaked his arm around her, and dipped it between her legs.

Wanda felt his fingers slide into her, then felt the chill of his fingers through

her heat, followed by a chill deep inside of her. "Pietro! What-" she gasped,

then realized he had slipped one of the ice cubes into her body.

He followed this by thrusting deep within her, mounting her from behind.

He had never gotten so deep inside her before. He kept one hand

between her legs, caressing the sensitive folds of her flesh, the other holding her

hip. He began to slowly slip in and out of her body. Her muscles clenched

around him, squeezing as his rhythm took hold.

Her butt moved back toward him as he pushed himself back in, and he

could hear her moaning her pleasure through her pants.

His movements became more frenzied as his pleasure mounted, reveling

in the primal feelings that the current position brought out in him. "Wanda," he

grunted, slamming deep into her body. She was so hot, she was so perfect, she

was so HIS!!!

"Ah, ah! Pietro! Oh, yes!" she exclaimed. Her head back, eyes closed,

sweat gleamed on her body. His hand was still between her legs, moving with

the same rhythm as his staff inside of her. This was so good!

She felt her climax building fast and hard. Her arms gave way, and she

fell to her elbows, bowing her head down. "Harder," she panted. "Pietro.

Please, Oh!" she cried. She heard herself whimpering as suddenly her whole

body shuddered in release.

Pietro could feel Wanda contract hard against him, a sudden pouring of

her juices bathing his cock. He pushed himself in even deeper than before, the

slick wetness lubricating him even better. He bit his lip, trying to find his own

release. One thrust, two, three...

"Pietro," she hissed, realizing he wasn't stopping. She felt the climax

peak, and began to slide away, only to feel herself beginning to mount higher

than before. She felt a roaring in her ears suddenly a pleasure so acute it was

almost pain, ripped through not just her middle, but her entire body. She

stiffened, face down in the pillow. A scream tore itself from her throat as the

blinding orgasm took her over. Her body spasmed, and she was almost unaware

of the hot feeling of Pietro's seed spilling into her body.

Pietro felt Wanda come a second time, her body rocking in reaction. He

could hear a muffled scream, as he bit down on his own cry of pleasure.

He pulled out of her, and slid his hand along her belly. He could feel her

shiver just before her body went limp, and flopped to the bed.

"Wanda?" he looked concerned. He laid behind her, spooning her.

"Pietro," she sighed, sounding almost drugged.

"Are you alright?"

"We have to do that again sometime. But not tonight," she giggled slightly.

"That was awesome. That was... oh, Pietro," she turned in his arms, hugging

him.

"Wanda, are you crying?" Pietro pulled back, astounded.

"Am I?" she sounded surprised, touching her wet cheek.

He tenderly kissed away a tear. "Wanda, you are mine," he sounded

possessive.

"Yours," she snuggled close to him.

He wrapped his arms around her.

"Mine."

**Disclaimer**

I do not own any of the characters within this fic (as much as I wish I did). I am poor. All I own is a lousy computer and a strawberry rhubarb pie, hot out of the over (yum). This is just a fic, not gospel, and situations that may be within the show don't necessarily make their way here. And vice versa. Boy, you can count on that one!